A day of Thanksgiving and Praise.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another. Yes, once again, I have neglected my blog all year only to remember that it exists when I remember its time for the re hack of my annual …. “What’s all this then about Thanksgiving” posting….. William Sydney “O. Henry” Porter, author of ”The Gift of The Magi” believed that, “There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one-day that is purely American.” Me and other amateur hacks and pundits, have always felt compelled to write FOR and ABOUT Thanksgiving, which I think, is kind of the testimony of its uniqueness, more than any other day, in the American psyche. A time when, timely as the autumn leaves, I easily can pull from the recesses of my mind, thoughts and remembrances and ponder Thanksgiving in my life. Year in and year out, I am moved by the sublime, prolific and axiomatic iconography of what it is to be an American in the Thanksgiving celebration. Whether for financial or atheistical reasons most of u